This night he dies.

Them that has his life in their hands knows who he is an' where they'll find him.

Once and for all then this night he dies.

Now, boys, such of you as have nothing to do go home, and such of you as have your work before you do it like men, and don't draw down destruction on yourselves by neglectin' it.

You know your fate if you flinch .-- I have done." Those who were not on duty, to use a military phrase, returned across the moors by the way they came, and consequently reached the bridle road we have spoken of, together.